User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-3135907-20160429061338/@comment-1298206-20160718190918

''Hearing her own gasps come out quickly and sharply, Abigail's footpaws pounded against the earth nonstop as she continued to run forward. She heard enemy projectiles hiss through the air and ducked instinctively, but did not falter. She heard a few death cries from creatures she recognized to be her own, but she didn't even stop to look back at her fallen comrades as she feared for her life. Her heart throbbed. Her eyes were huge. She didn't want to go back to Wintor. She wouldn't. She didn't- no, couldn't go back to slaving away day and night for that fox!''